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Note: The story takes place after the events of The Rape Of Torrie Wilson
series.

Life After Torrie Part 1
by Batman (batman5299@hotmail.com)

Trish Stratus was nervous. The WWF Divas Magazine was coming out soon, and
although she was having fun with the other WWF Divas in the Bahamas, she had
her mind set on one thing. That one thing being this year's cover girl. Lita
was her friend, but seriously, Trish was the one that had the better body.
So what if Lita could do a few silly little backflips, when it came to sex
appeal, Trish would win that contest every time. So it was with some anxiety
that Trish prepared herself for her meeting with the director of the shoot
here in the Bahamas. After all, none of the other girls had been asked to
speak with the shoot's directors. This had to mean good news for her. Trish
finished getting dressed in her room and went to see Rich, the director of
the shoot, who was staying in another room in the hotel. She knocked on
Rich's door.

"Trish, please come in," Rich said cheerfully as he opened the door. "Have
a seat at the table," he said as she stepped in.

Trish took a seat at the table, which was being used as a makeshift desk.
On it were pictures of her and the other girls in their bikinis.

"How are you, Trish," Rich asked.

"Fine," she said with a smile.

"Look, I'll get right to the point. The finalists for the cover are down
to three. You're one of them, and since you've been with the company longer
than the other two ladies we've decided to offer you this opportunity first."

Trish couldn't believe it. The only two girls who had been with the
company less than her were Torrie and Stacy. She'd be damned if she was going
to let one of them just walk in and take what should've been hers last year.
What ever this opportunity was she was going to jump on it.

"Well, what do you have in mind, Rich," she asked with a smile.

"It's quite simple really. There's a certain part of the island that most
tourists aren't allowed on. We've arranged for a photographer to be flown in
to shoot there. The problem is, only him and one of the girls can go. With
the scenery and the swimsuits we've picked out, we're almost positive we'll
get our cover shot."

"Sounds good, when do I meet him?"

"He'll be in tomorrow morning, and you'll have to do the shoot with him
tomorrow also. If any of the local authorities ask, you two are honeymooners
who are just exploring the island."

"Great, I'll be up bright and early tomorrow morning then."

"Good, just meet me in the lobby tomorrow at 4 a.m. I'm sure this will
work out for you."

* * *

Trish was up and ready in the lobby of the hotel a few minutes before
four. She was excited when Rich walked up to her.

"Good morning, Trish," Rich said as he handed her a bag with bikinis in
it. "Mike should be here any minute now."

"I'm right here, Rich," a man carrying a camera bag said as he walked up
to them.

"Right on time. Trish meet Mike," Rich introduced them, "I'm sure you two
will have a great day. As for me, I'm going back to get a few more hours of
sleep."

Trish couldn't believe it. The last time she had seen Mike, she was tied
down being raped while he photographed the crime. Before she could say
anything, Rich was already in an elevator headed back up to his room.

"How have you been, Trish," Mike said with a grin.

"Fine," Trish said coolly.

"Look, don't worry. I'm here on business. The last time we saw each other,
I was there on pleasure."

"Let's just get the day over with."

"Hey have it your way. Just remember one thing. The only two people who
have any real say on who ends up on the cover are myself and Rich."

* * *

The day had been uneventful as far as Trish was concerned. Barely anything
at all had been said between her and Mike. They had already done a few shots
on the beach, and the two of them were now heading back up towards the rocks
where there was supposed to be a cave that would provide some great shots. As
they walked towards the cave, curiosity began to get the better of Trish.
Hesitantly she decided to try to start a conversation.

"Mike, the last time we saw each other, what the hell was that all about?"

Mike replied with a laugh. "Your friend Torrie had gotten herself into
some trouble with the owner of her gym. He and Billy Kidman fucked her brains
out for months, and she couldn't do anything about it because they had
pictures and film of everything. If she had tried to walk away, they would've
given copies to anyone who wanted them. You and the other girls just happened
to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Is Torrie still in trouble with them," Trish asked.

"No, her and Pamela gave us an offer we just couldn't refuse," he said
with a grin.

"What did she give you. Money?"

"Oh it was something money couldn't buy. But she gave us what we wanted,
and we gave her all the pictures and tapes. As a bonus, we even gave her the
stuff with you and the other girls in it. It's too bad. I think she was
starting to get use to being treated like a whore, maybe even starting to
enjoy it to some degree."

"But what did she give you guys?"

"Hey, just be glad it wasn't you. Like I said. The last time I saw you,
you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

With that said, Trish stepped behind a large rock and changed bikinis
while Mike set up the camera. The next set of shots went much smoother. Trish
seemed more relaxed. Mike went through his second roll of film, and while he
was loading in a third, Trish got an idea. She walked over to Mike and took
the camera from him and dropped it to the ground. She got down on her knees
in front him, and pulled down his pants.

"Trish, what are you doing," Mike asked with a smile.

"Last time I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Well this time
you're in the right place at the right time," she said as she pulled down his
boxers and placed his quickly stiffening cock into her mouth.

"Oooh," Mike moaned as Trish started massaging the tip of his cock with
her tongue.

Trish wasn't sure what she was doing. All she knew was she wanted to be
this year's cover girl. She took his balls in one hand and started massaging
them. With her other hand she grabbed Mike's rod and started to jerk him off.
The whole time she continued to suck.

Mike reached down and grabbed her hair with both hands. "OOOOHHHHH," Mike
moaned as he released his load into her hot little mouth, the excess of his
cum running down from corners of her hot little mouth and onto her chest.

Trish got up to her feet and walked over to the wall of the cave. She
leaned her back up against the wall and silently motioned for Mike to come
to her. She licked the last of his cum from around her lips.

Mike pulled his pants off, and slid his shirt off as he walked over to
her. She looked so damn hot in her little thong bikini with his cum dripping
on her breasts. He undid her top and buried his face in her breasts. She ran
her hands through his hair and guided him down lower. He slid off her thong
and stuck his tongue into her snatch. She was already wet.

"Aaagghh," Trish's knees began to quiver, and she had her first small
orgasm as Mike slurped up her juices. Mike rose back up planting small little
kisses on her stomach and breasts as he did so. When he was back to his feet
he reared back and shoved his cock into her snatch.

"Aaaarrrggghhhh," Trish whimpered as she wrapped her arms around his
shoulders.

Mike began pumping her with a good steady rhythm. He was doing such a good
job that Trish just wrapped her legs around his waste and let him do all the
work. He once again put his face down into her breasts. Her mouth shaped into
an "O" as Trish had a silent orgasm. Mike wasn't gonna give it all to her at
once.

"Oh oh agh ungh uhn uhn uhn," Trish started bouncing herself on his cock
as she started to reach nirvana.

"OOOOOHHHHH, OH YES GOD," she screamed as he drove home on her clit and
released his seed up into her.

Mike put her down, and Trish leaned back up against the wall of the cave,
breathing hard. With a grin she turned around and put her hands against the
wall, sticking her ass out him.

Mike licked his thumb and stuck it up her ass. Trish gritted her teeth as
he began loosening her up.

"Quit messing around," Trish said impatiently.

Mike pulled out his thumb and once again reared back. With a hard shove he
put his cock right up her ass.

"Oooowwwww," Trish screamed as he invaded her anal passage.

"Prepare to be Stratusfied, Trish," Mike said as he started pumping her
ass hard. He reached around to grab her plump tits as she backed up into him,
meeting him thrust for thrust.

Mike collapsed down on top of her. He pulled his cock from her ass and
took a breather. "I'll have to talk with Rich when I show him the shots," he
said in between heavy breaths.

* * *

Trish couldn't believe what she had done. What did it make her, knowing
that she had slept with Mike with one thing in mind. She was just getting out
of the shower when she heard a knock on her door. It was Mike.

"Hi, Trish. I just wanted to stop by to let you know me and Rich both
agreed you're our cover girl for this year. Just try to act surprised when
they tell you on TV in a couple weeks."

"Oh thanks, Mike," she said with a shrug.

"Can I come in?"

"No," she said as she slammed the door in his face.

Oh well, he thought to himself. He had a few rounds to make, and he had
gotten what he had wanted. Trish however, sank to the floor of her hotel
room and began to cry. How could she have slept with that man just to be on
the cover of a magazine?